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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's back over by the observation windows. This time he's got a purpose, he's not just watching the stars die; he's watching for her wolves.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She nods quietly, then tilts her head, face against his. Close enough he can feel her lashes brush against his cheek.

"Each and every moment. Always."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Close enough that he barely has to move and their lips are touching, too softly to even be considered a kiss.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She murmurs quietly. Norse. And lightly, so lightly, barely kisses him back.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He knows, somewhere in the back of his mind, that eventually they'll have to go back to the business of living. At least for a little while. But he also knows that this knowledge will be hanging over them until the very moment she's called away. And since he can do nothing about that, he very slowly deepens the kiss, savoring every touch, every sigh, every taste.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Making each moment last. A treasure. An eternity. She's always thought anyone had eternity here. Weren't the stars always dying outside the window, afterall?

One hand against his neck, fingers in his hair, breathing him in.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Always... and never. Here they are the same thing. And now, more than ever, and growing with every passing moment, he wants her. All of her; heart, soul, mind, spirit.

The ancients believed that the the breath was the vehicle of the soul and that kissing was a mingling of two people's spirits. Never has he wished so fervently that they were right.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Her heart and mind and soul and spirit are sharing the same wish and desire as Archie, at this moment. And this moment, if she had her way, would never end. Eternity, and she would be his.

Always.